Monday, March 18, 2013

Lessons from Roads Less Traveled - #1



Nevada Highway Patrolman Scott

There is a Great Teaching which goes,
To Follow the Path, You Must Become the Path.

Maybe at this point in my life, I am beginning to understand the meaning of this teaching a bit better. Enough so to write a brief article about it.

The Portable School and I are a few months back from walking across parts of Montana, Idaho, and Nevada - and already planning another excursion for this summer. At the same time, we are reflecting on last summer's path which brought numerous experiences and learning opportunities.

I am reminded that several people were concerned for my health and safety along the way. I suspect numerous prayers were sent my way. Before I left, I was offered a gun to carry which idea got nowhere. I didn't carry one in Vietnam and figured I didn't need one in the USA.

My friend Audrey Snow was worried that I might "get knocked over the head" for some reason, especially by people of foreign extraction. My mother would have thought that, too. Audrey was also concerned about me picking up things out of the ditch and sometimes partaking thereof. I have the nickname of Still Edible in some parts of the country.

I did indulge a few times. I tried a few raw potatoes and a sugar beet which had fallen off trucks here and there during harvest season in the great state of Idaho. They were fairly tasty. Salt and pepper would have helped.

I also was lucky to quench my thirst with a half-full bottle of cool chocolate milk that was sitting next to an empty on the side of the road outside of Ashton, ID - just waiting for me. That was kind of like the lone apple on a tree on north side of Livingston, MT, that was lingering on its stem ready for me to pick it on the way to town.

I wasn't sick for a moment of 35 days on the road. Tired but not sick. No injuries. Not even a twisted ankle. No mayhem. No problems.

I met with the Law on four occasions. Those were the closest times I came to a gun and bullets. Three of the four officers were keen and kind and caring about my welfare. Boyle, Christensen, and Scott made me feel good about law enforcement officers. The latter stopped to visit me twice in my latter miles in Nevada, to offer help and a ride, if I would accept. I wasn't ready.

My fourth experience with a policeman didn't go quite so well. And, I do believe that it was largely my fault. Something to learn. The officer, whose name I conveniently have forgotten, visited me as I was taking a break next to a big evergreen tree on the edge of a farm in the middle of Idaho.

He made it quite clear that I should move on. I thought that I was just resting my feet in broad daylight with my flag in brilliant display. But, he didn't walk much as one could tell by his physique. But, that was part of my problem. I did judge him for his figure and rather slow manner.

He had to take my driver's license twice to verify my identity. He said, "You need to move along."

I said, as I was putting socks and boots back on after my brief respite, "I assure you I am continuing on down the road." He insisted on waiting for my departure.

Next time, I will do better with all policemen. Although 3 of 4 knew I was no threat, one didn't. I needed to understand where he was coming from. For my benefit as well as his.

You see -

• "We are always meeting self." This favorite Edgar Cayceism is "spot on." The universe, karma, fate, the path always lead us to meet ourselves, however far or near we move from home base. We cannot escape ourselves.

We meet ourselves in others, in events, in problems and illness, in triumph and tragedy. We also meet ourselves at home and on the road, in the news programs we turn to and the movies we watch, the songs we listen to. How could it be otherwise?

We even meet ourselves in the form of law officers on the highway. Small, medium and large ones. Quick and slow. Friendly and otherwise.

• We also have the potential of meeting Self. Wherever we go, there is the Divine, God, Goddess, Christ, Krishna, Buddha staring us in the face. If we see the enemy, the adversary, the infidel, the heathen, Satan, we are still only looking at our selves.

Shouldn't we, therefore, be looking for the best in the world and in others? Then, we are certainly more likely to find it in ourselves as well.

Surely, such a way of living will make the Path easier for everyone. Since everyone is part of our bigger Self, what we give out will indeed come back to us - and probably magnified when it does. We can expect to see the return somewhere down the long and winding Road.

Shalom, Peace, Namaste,

Robert

Comments appreciated.

PS Lessons will constitute a series which continue over several weeks. If you want to follow them, check in at http://theportableschool.com every week or send a note to theportableschool@gmail.com and ask to be put on the emailing list.  

PPS I have already posted comments from a number of readers on this first Lesson at the website.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Recapitulating




Hello Friends.

In brief re-cap, I started walking with Fannie the Flag to promote Amity and Unity from Harlo to Reno on September 1. I didn't quite make Reno but only got as far as Wells, NV, which is real desert country, by October 5. I have already decided - Lord willing and the creek don't rise - to pick up the path again in the spring and continue on toward the coast. My route remains to be determined. 

A new friend, Billy Howard, whom I met passing through Livingston, MT, has many of his own adventures under his belt and has offered to help me plot an itinerary, route and strategy which will get me to California in one piece. Thanks, Billy.

I just finished updating old posts with photos. I have filled the "Photogobia" post with some favorite photos which will point readers to specific blogs. As time and energy allows, I will expand posts to make for several pages worthy of having permanent placement on http://theportableschool.com website. Keep an eye out.

Other projects are on the table awaiting my attention. Books - old, new and ready to be written - are next on the agenda.

Comments about the Walk, Blog, Photos, etc. are always welcome.
theportableschool@gmail.com

May Your Holidays (Holy Days) Be Filled with Light,

Rambling Robert


Saturday, October 6, 2012

All's Well That Ends in Wells

Alternate Title could be Fair Weather Walker

Hello, Everyone.

I am at the Motel Six in Wells, Nevada. Wells is an oasis of sorts at least for Walkers like me. I am told that Wells, established in 1927, is named for the Springs-Wells that helped it to become a major stopping point on the highways 90 and 93.

The Fair Weather Walker gave up the Trek after crossing into Nevada from Idaho. I passed through Jackpot on Wednesday evening. I had a memorable couple hours in the tiny berg of Rogerson, Idaho, just a few miles from the border.

I went to the only commercial spot in town hoping for more than a convenience store and found store and cafe operated by Anita Robinson. She had seen me on the road previously. And we took up a friendly conversation while she made me eggs, hashbrowns, toast and milk.



Anita felt like a kindred spirit. She is a Mormon, mother of just two daughters, who is devoted to her religion. We talked freely and I could easily tell that she was a real light in her tiny business, little community and LDS church in Jackpot.

I saw on the cafe menu items like Helen's Breakfast Special. When a little old lady appeared in the attached shop, I had to introduce myself. "You must be Helen. My mother's name was Helen. I am just passing through but wanted to say Hello. I'm Robert."

Helen immediately told me, "My son's name is Robert."

I introduced Anita to Fannie the Flag. And she told me about the Angel Moroni before I parted for the last miles to Nevada.

Jackpot was welcome, but a short stay. The town is host to several casinos and little more, being posted on the border between states and the edge of the desert. A young man named Chris Young helped me get sodas for haul ahead.

I had a meal and loaded my pack as much as I could. Then, set out into the night towards Wells - 67 miles away. I made a few miles before "camping" in the sagebrush next to the highway. It was really cold in the morning, bottles of water and soda frozen in the am.

Officer Scott (never got his last name) stopped twice in the next two days to check on me and offer me rides to Wells. I resisted. There was still some greenery at least in the distance and an occasional stream to water my feet.

But, shortly after our second day visit, all greenery except dried sagebrush disappeared. There was nowhere to get away from the sun during the day and the very cold night temperatures. I was not planning to give up on the stroll until a couple of vans passed by, stopped, and offered a ride. I gave in and am glad I did. Those next forty miles would have been brutal.

Riding quickly to Wells, I could see what I gladly missed walking. Absolutely no water, dry and dryer sagebrush, and no shelter - nothing like a tree - along the route.

I took a room at Motel Six for the night and am waiting for a friend from California to pick me up and carry me to northern California.

Part two of the Adventure begins now. Meeting new and old friends, and doing some house painting. I will be back in Montana November.

Thanks to my rescuers from Idaho - Linda, Wes, Trevor and Cheryl - who continued on toward Alabama. And thanks to everyone who has helped me down the road by thought, prayer, word or deed.

Namaste, Robert

Monday, October 1, 2012

Photogobia



Duane Kolman and Audrey Coleman
Ready for the Road




Lorenzo Haarr
Out the Door

This is my picture page for the trip.
Fascinating Folks and Sensational Spots on the Road.
If one catches your interest, read the blog that goes the photo.


Billy Howard
Harlo to Livingston



The Kolmans
First 100 Miles




The Flagman
First 100 Miles



Ben Trotter
Heading to Idaho



Allyson Clark 
Leatherwoman




Amity and Runaway 
Over the Great Divide



Rachel Linn
Over the Great Divide





Meryl Ann Butler
Norfolk, VA
(One of) The Three Amigas



Mayor Richard Woodland and the Walker 
(Rexburg, ID)
In the News 



Jodi and Tom Groneman 
(Blackfoot, ID)
At the Center for Peace




Kathy Ruyts, Aaron Witherspoon, Leah Cothern
(Buhl, ID)
At the Center for Peace



Anita Robinson at Helen's Cafe
(Rogerson, Idaho)
All's Well That Ends in Wells




Leatherwoman

I forgot to tell a fun story.

I was marching out of Ennis many days ago. A little black car races by and stops up the road a bit and across the highway. A tall, slimyoung woman in jeans pops out of her car, comes across the pike and asks what I am up to.

She is taken by my project and says, "I have to send something with you on your trip."


She runs back to her vehicle, rummages around and returns with binoculars in one hand and a Leatherman in the other.

I accept the Leatherman from Allyson Clark and tell her how I had found on the side of a highway in an eastern state a Leatherman, the one find of my 2002 Walk. It was confiscated on my bus trip back from Montana to New York City.

It seems it took ten years but I got my Leatherman returned thanks to Allison.

If you read this Allison, you owe me an email - theportableschool@gmail.com


Friday, September 28, 2012

At the Center for Peace


It has been almost a week since I have been near a computer. Walking the roads and sleeping out under the skies. Had first shower in several days last night. Ahhhhh!

I had a great visit with Tom and Jodi Groneman near Blackfoot at their God's Grace Dairy Goat Farm. Watched them milk goats, had my share of goat milk and granola, and passed some time with Tom and family. Think Vitamin M a great gift from God, I was happy to spend time around the little creatures and their masters.


Jodi and Tom Groneman

Tough hiking for some days thereafter. One night after passing through Aberdeen and wondering where I would land for the night, a van of hispanic potato truck drivers going home for the night after 12-hour shifts did a Uturn on highway in the middle of traffic as the sun went down. They picked me up and did another Uturn and dropped me off on the beach at American Falls Lake. Sweet moment with Rudy, Hugo, Jose and Ken (white guy). Warm, comfy night near the beach.

Sagebrush for company for two days thereafter. Little water to dip my feet. Slept under sagebrush one night. A pretty good one, another night near Burley under a big tree between RR and highway. Didn't sleep well for some reason.


Kathy, Aaron, Leah

Made it to Twin Falls late yesterday pm. Aaron Witherspoon, formerly a Tennessee Walker trainer, picked me up, made me family, introduced me to his wife Leah, and drove me to the Eighth Street Center for Peace in Buhl where she teaches guitar classes on Thursday nights. The founder, Kathy Ruyts's friend Chuck took me to Subway while the others did some guitar. When we came back Chuck, Aaron and I sang in the choir for the guitarists.



Center for Peace deserves its own blog or story down the road. Kathy has done a wonderful job of turning an ancient Presbyterian church into a resource for the wider community.

I lost my second chapeau five miles out of town, Aaron gave me a Ted Williams cap as soon as I got in his car. But, the cap is named for a Tennessee Walker, not the ballplayer. I still like it. Will wear it to Nevada.

Present plan is to cap the trip at around 40 days in Carlin or Elko. Finish into California maybe next year.

All for now. Thanks for keeping in touch.

Robert

Thursday, September 20, 2012

In the News

Hello Anyone and Everyone.

I apologize for lack of photos. I usually just get a few minutes on a library computer as today. When I get to Twin Falls in a week I should be able to throw up some of my favorite pictures.

I left off in Rexburg. I sat across the way at Oles in Sugar City about five miles north of Rexburg a couple days ago. The patrons at the next table of the not-busy cafe turned out to be Richard Woodland, Mayor of Rexburg, and his wife Laurie. We took up conversation. They invited me to ride with them to Rexburg after the meal. To that point, I had only taken two rides of less than a mile each.

But, I gave in and was glad I did. Mrs. Woodland did the driving and gave me a tour of Rexburg, home of Brigham Young University - Idaho. Laurie was once basketball coach there. The school became four year university about 10 years ago. No intercollegiate athletics. Lots and lots of ball teams though for anybody ijnterested. Sounds like a good idea.



The Woodlands took me to the Super 8, I was ready for a break after 5-6 nights jumping the fence and sleeping near the highway. The Mayor took out his credit card and paid for the room, invited me to visit City Hall next day. After a short time there, he sent me to the Rexburg Standard where Joseph Law did a long interview, walked me to Broulims Grocery and then to the edge of town. Had a good visit and really liked Mr. Law. He has six kids, modest for a Mormon there.

Next day, to be brief, a young fellow named Pat Sutphin, intern from Chicago, found me at a rest stop on the edge of Idaho Falls and did an interview for the Post Register.

I fotgot to say, I took an hour or so to visit the Museum of Idaho in Idaho Falls to see the 111-piece King Tut exhibit. Pretty neat, took photos, but my brain-mind was not able to digest much of the exhibit.



In Blackfoot, ID, now at the library. Heading west from here. Twin Falls beckoning. More about that later.

Thanks to all for thoughts, comments, etc.